DoLA - Satellites [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Spit yo game, talk yo shit
Call yo click, cuff yo bitch
Chucks covered in mud and piss
On yo flo' like fuck yo shit
Fuck choices, trange voices boost a nigga ego
C4 in my chinos fucking up a nigga clean clothes
Sinks covered on kinks, broke niggas toast to God knows
Still I fight for happiness in flesh that God chose
Golden caps I got those
Picked it from the pasture bastard meet me at McDonald's
You can get a half a track but trappin' get you time tho
When trafficking your rhymes
Just keep your mind open and eyes closed
You close but only time knows
Pullin' hoes like John Deere
Dosing in different time zones
Cuz all these niggas rap about is kicks and rocking bitch clothes
That ain't rap nigga that's hip-pop
On my pivot slip not
Slop jaw slob the car, driver and the passenger
You split a blunt I pass the jar
Spit above average cuz my passion isn't Ashton Mar
You prolly pass on pussy, for you pussies get it past the bar
My pastor was a rapper went to DSGB Baptist
Wasn't no Christians not no Catholics just crystal poppin ass clapping when they praise the lord
With crosses on they crotches pussy poppin' nigga oh my God
They used to take cash until Nelly pulled out the card
And I been goin' hard since finances cut out the carbs
Naughty by nature no faking savage at heart
Selvedge so hard it's hard to fathom how fucking poor that we are
Bitch

[Verse 2]
Satellites satellites, all I see is satellites
And Jitt's so fucking poor already know they 'bout that savage life
Take a nigga bike with no plans on having it back iight
My dad was right my skin was light
Therefore a nigga had to fight
2 dikes 20 sumn' niggas and only 1 was white
That shit I left behind was so sour ruined my appetite
I never undermined the power within that shit I write
A lotta struggle whole lotta strife, that's that shit I like
Bust a window with a lead pipe
That's some shit it might result to when my pockets tight
What yo profit like
I prophesied with eyes to the sky
Where the stars tonight
Satellites satellites, all I see is satellites
And discos in my homies ride when I'm high and getting by
And feeling tired cuz getting fly don't express how I feel inside
Feelings I'd deliver through my pencil
Cuz my lips was shy and partly dry
These poorly parted skies support the darkest nights
Like authors write I feel I ought to but with out
A light its kind of out of sight
And out of spite I told myself I've been in hell like all my life
That's awful right I'm awkward right
The passive type attracted to them flashing lights
The type to call the pastor on his lie like he ain't acting right
And actions speak like acolytes
Last night I dreamed of Afrodite
But all I see is Afro dikes
Whether her ass was tight her absence added to my appetite
And she was fresh to death
I guess I'll see her in the afterlife
You laughing right, fuck it my nigga chopped a half a Sprite
We packed it with a half a pint, took a flight
Landed in my future's past
Soon as he pass the pipe and get us back on track with traffic
I can find my jack and see what's up with all these satellites
Lord have mercy such a classic lie
I had a date with destiny but she just keep on passing by
She won't be satisfied until I grab her by the throat
Throw her in the trunk and use her fucking vessel as a sacrifice